To avoid the trouble caused by language barriers, Emily and the others were assigned warhorses for transport.
Emily had originally wanted to ride with Katerina, but Morimoto Chiyoda pulled her over to share a horse.
Although it was Morimoto Chiyoda's first time riding, she easily learned how by watching the others. Or perhaps, the warhorse beneath them was so well-trained and gentle that it never resisted carrying a rider.
Emily wasn't very satisfied with the saddle; it felt a bit hard. The backrest, however, she'd give a perfect score. It's so soft and springy.
She leaned her upper body back. Unlike Katerina's diamond-like hardness, Morimoto Chiyoda is like soft, freshly baked bread. And she smells so good.
A voice, soft and alluring as the wind, whispered in Emily's ear, "What did you and Griffith talk about? Did you mention Dio?"
Dio's identity was currently Morimoto Chiyoda's most pressing concern.
